750 Words

I literally just found out about this site and came HERE and registered. Within minutes I was siting in front a computer screen that was waiting for me to type 750 words and you know what? My mind was blank.

Why did I even sign up for this? I think because when I saw the link, I was just curious and clicked on it. At first I thought it was dumb to write 750 words a day, but then I read something on the site that said that it is impossible to write 750 words without getting into your subconscious. And that is what stood out to me the most since I have always been interested in tapping into the subconscious mind. When you are able to be in touch with your subconscious mind, then you are able to control the subconscious mind. So, that is what I hope to gain from this little writing experiment. And who knows what other doors or possibilities may open for me or come my way. As a matter of fact, once upon a time, I actually wanted to be a writer.. As a child I was always starting a new book. Thinking back, I can remember the excitement I felt when I started writing. The thrill, the joy and the hope all within the title and first page. Unfortunately, I rarely made it past page one. Sometimes, depending on the topic, I could write two or three pages but then the ending always came way too soon. Needless to say, I gave up on my dream of becoming a writer around the age of 13. I still have a tendency to remember the feelings that come along with the hopes of becoming an author of a best seller, and once in a while I get the urge to write again, but as an adult with a busy life-style and a house full of kids, I only find myself procrastinating and coming up with reasons why I can’t do it. Which is really sad when you think about it. At what age do we lose our innocence? When does the life that seemed so magical at one time turn into a life full of deadlines and commitments?

As a child I had a huge imagination. I could leave this world as we all know it and enter into a realm of pure blissfulness at the snap of the fingers. I believed in unicorns, fairies and mermaids. My main goal in life was to find the end of the rainbow because I knew that was where the unicorns lived and I dreamed of the day where I could finally run free and dance without any inhibitions in MagicLand. I didn’t dare speak of my plans because the one time I did I was told that I was crazy. In my mind, everyone else were the crazy ones. And I was determined to show them just how ignorant they were by proving to them that there was so much at the end of rainbow then just a pot of gold.. I mean come on, how dumb is that? A pot of gold? And they called me crazy?

But yes, my inner world was a mythical one. I remember having a school folder with a picture on the cover painted by the artist Wyland  . The picture was a serene scene of dolphins, fish and underwater life with a landscape more beautiful than the Garden of Eden. Whenever I got bored in school, I would stare at the folder and immediately I was there. I was swimming with the dolphins, I was walking under the lush and sparkling trees and I could smell the fresh fragrant floral air. It was the ultimate escape. And I had the power to transition from this world to that world at any given moment. I was powerful and as far as I knew, no one else in the world had those powers except me. It was a feeling you just can’t describe as a child. Thinking back now, even at 42 years old, I still get a tingling sensation and a small bit of that magic comes back to me, if only for a moment. To be honest, I still have those feelings quite often, and I believe that is the reason I still have a childish enthusiasm. I still get excited and my heart flutters when I see a butterfly or a dragonfly and I still look out for fairies when I walk through the forest. I believe my subconscious mind holds the key to this magic, and that is the reason I felt so drawn when I came across this site. We shall see what happens now. :)